The Wizard's Plight

The wizard rummaged through  
old socks and bits of paper
looking for the spell;
he'd lost it quite some time ago,
‘bout the time the Roses clashed
and Henry fell

He’d thought of it quite often since
wished he had it several times
but never found it yet,
always seemed to get distracted
by new sights, new places,
souvenirs to get

Magellan could have used it
to circumnavigate the globe
a little faster
and poor Anne, the second queen,
might have born a son
to save her

Once he thought he’d found it
in time for Bach to write his Passions
but he was wrong;
once he thought it slipped through his fingers
when Beethoven started playing
his ninth song
 		
It was a most impressive spell
if he did say so himself
written all in rhyme;
he’d first penned it in Greek
back in the ancient
Byzantine times.

He scratched his chin in thought,
then everything came clear, it wasn’t lost
as he had feared
he’d had it with him all along
tucked there all these years 
in his beard!

 

july 2007
Janet Reid


   
Honourable Mention Winner
Rhyming Poetry
20th Annual 
Timmins Daily Press Literary Awards
May 2008